The Binge Cases: U R NEXT - Just Say You’re Sorry | 2. The Word of God

Episode Date: May 8, 2023

Chammah investigates the cop at the centre of the story – James Holland is so celebrated as an interrogator that he’s known in the media as ‘the serial killer whisperer.’ He’s a leading member of that legendary and storied police force, the Texas Rangers. Chammah traces Holland’s steps as he starts trying to close a cold case which has gone unsolved for more than a decade: the murder of a woman named Bobbie Sue Hill. The trail is faint but Holland follows it doggedly: a dead-end suspect, a single witness, and finally a forensic sketch which leads him to Driskill’s door. Subscribe to The Binge to get all episodes of Smoke Screen: Just Say You’re Sorry ad-free right now. Click ‘Subscribe’ at the top of the Smoke Screen show page on Apple Podcasts or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access wherever you get your podcasts. A Somethin’ Else, The Marshall Project & Sony Music Entertainment production. Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Bench. Before we start, a warning that this episode contains descriptions of violence. Please take care as you listen. Coming up this time on Just Say You're Sorry. People need help. The Rangers is who they call, and the Rangers are the ones that come and try to work things out for them. Hey, let me say something up front about this, too. I don't care about prostitution.

I don't care about drugs. All I deal with is murder. You need to resign and get somebody else on this case that truly, as a care and a respect for the death of that girl. And whether she was a prostitute or a senator's daughter, don't make a fucking difference. One of my earliest memories is from kindergarten. Mrs. Glock, you know, like the gun,

is teaching us how to spell the name of the place we live. I can still hear the crowd of five-year-olds chanting, T-E-X-A-S. At some point, my parents took me to the Alamo, where I stood in this old stone fortress and heard about how our Texan forefathers battled Mexico for independence. Except they aren't my forefathers.

My mom is from Connecticut, and my dad is from Syria. But I wanted to fit in. I paid special attention to all the things that, quote, real Texans seem to love. I bought Pearl Snaps shirts and ate barbecue and asked my parents to let me go to a Willie Nelson concert.

I even became a fan of a statewide baseball team, the Texas Range. This was probably the first time I heard that name. Later on, I had a friend who was obsessed with the TV show Walker, Texas Ranger. He thought Chuck Norris, who played the main character, was the coolest person alive. So even before I was aware that the Texas Rangers were a real police force, I knew the name evoked excitement and adventure and a sense of grandeur. And this is probably one of the reasons why I was so riveted by Larry Driscoll's

claim that he'd given a false confession to a Texas ranger. I'd always wanted to know more about the real Rangers. Now I had to know more. It's about a three-hour drive north from my home in Austin to Fort Worth. I'd done that drive countless times and always seen the same sign, just off the highway in Waco, before you get to the football stadium. It's at the top of a tall stone tower and reads, Texas Ranger Hall of Fame and Museum.

This time I pull over. So here we are at the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame and Museum in Waco, Texas. I walk through some of the exhibits, past the 19th century guns and into what I realize is the actual Hall of Fame. I still can't get over the fact that the Texas Rangers have a Hall of Fame at all. They're not athletes or rock stars. They're police officers. There's one saying in particular that you keep seeing here. One Riot, One Ranger.

It kind of feels like an unofficial slogan. Could you speak to the origin of that phrase, One Riot, One Ranger? I'm speaking to Christine Rothenbush, who works for the museum. So the story goes is that there was a prize fight, a boxing match that was going to bring a whole lot of people, a whole lot of gambling, a whole lot of drinks and things, and, you know, as those things would go. She told me that this was an illegal. boxing match, and the crowd was expected to get rowdy and out of control. And the legend goes that when the town's mayor went to greet the Rangers off the train, only one stepped off and said, well, you only have one right, you only need one Ranger.

The Ranger in question was Captain William McDonald. He was President Theodore Roosevelt's personal bodyguard during a Texas visit, and he had a reputation as a man who would, quote, Charge hell with a bucket of water. But it wasn't all heroics. Among the most horrific incidents in the historical record is from 1918, when the Rangers, along with U.S. cavalrymen, went to a town called Porvenir to investigate a raid on a nearby ranch.

They took 15 unarmed males, some men, some just boys, lined them up and shot them. It became an international scandal. You know, true Rangers were appalled by it and made sure that that was something that would never happen again. Recently, there's been a lot of debate about what the Rangers stand for. A couple of years ago, after the murder of George Floyd and the Black Lives Matter movement, a major airport in Texas

took down a statue of a ranger. The statue actually had an engraving of those iconic words, one riot, one ranger. But at the same time, this vision of the Texas ranger, as the good guys in literal white hats is still a big part of our culture here. The museum has a whole room of memorabilia from movies and television shows,

like The Lone Ranger, and my friend's favorite, Walker, Texas Ranger. The museum makes the case that there is a connection between these mythic Rangers of the past and the current force. And it really strikes me when Christine goes one step further. She says that their legendary past actually helps them do their work.

in the present. One time there was a Texas Ranger and he was given a presentation and he said, you know, when I was a state trooper, nobody wanted my autograph. But, you know, now as a Texas Ranger, people come up to me at the restaurants and they're like, you're a Texas Ranger, can you sign this, you know? But he said, that also works well when you go into the interrogation field with a criminal because they know the Texas Rangers get their man. And he said, I've gone to talk to a criminal and the cops are like, you know, we've been at it for 12 hours. He's not talking. I walk in, and the guy confesses. Wow. They see the white hat. They see the badge.

They know. Uh-oh. I'm in for it now. This brought me right back to the Texas Ranger I was looking into, James Holland. And the way he relied on that special identity when he interrogated Larry Driscoll. A lot of the museum focuses on things you can see, guns, horses, cars. But Holland's skill relies on things you. can't see, his mind and his voice. He's a master, and I want to know how he got there. And what led him to Larry Driscoll in the first place?

I speak the word of God because people know when you put on this little silver peso that you tell the truth and you do the right thing. I'm Maurice Chema. And from something else, Sony Music Entertainment and the Marshall Project, this is smokescreen. Just Say You're Sorry. to the Word of God. today. The binge, Feed Your True Crime Obsession.

Last time, we heard how Larry Driscoll was at work one day back in 2015 and met Texas Ranger James Holland. Hey, Jim Holland with the Texas Rangers, nice way. And then they went to the local sheriff's office, and Holland told Driscoll about the case he was working on, the murder of a woman back in 2005. What the hell did it something did or who? Driscoll left day one of the interrogation

promising to return the following morning for a polygraph test. He went for dinner with his wife that night at a barbecue restaurant, still under the impression that he was being treated as a witness to a crime. He had a couple of beers and said he slept well.

I've already told you he's going to confess to murder during day two. But before we get to how exactly that happened, I need to get to know the man doing the interrogation. James Holland. And I want to find out what led him to Driscoll in the first place. After that first time I interviewed Larry Driscoll in prison, I couldn't stop wondering about the Texas Ranger who put him there. I asked Holland for an on-the-record interview. He said no,

politely enough. Months later, I asked again, another no. Whenever he declined my interviews, he did pick up the phone. Plenty of people in his position will angrily hang up on a reporter, but he was amiable, accommodating, even charming. Without an interview, I had to do what journalists call a write-around. And so I went to the Texas Department of Public Safety and asked for his personnel file. 245 pages came back. It's not the best way to get to know someone, but it does paint a picture of a teenager in Illinois spending his summers working as a lifeguard before going on to college in Kentucky, playing football, majoring in political science.

Then he travels to Texas, where he studies criminal justice and gets one of his first jobs, not in law enforcement, but information services. And one of his clients was, wait for it, the Texas Rangers. Another journalist who got to know Holland told me this was his first encounter with the Rangers, and that something about their work and how difficult it is to become a ranger. made his own private sector job seem boring. But he had to start at the bottom. It's common for rangers to begin as state troopers who patrol the highways.

It appears Holland was very good at this. In his evaluations, his bosses call him dependable and enthusiastic. You can imagine him pulling you over, and with his square jaw and blue eyes, looking like a patrol officer, right out of central casting. Then, just hunting online for court records, I found this wild story. Around 2000, while off-duty,

Holland smells marijuana coming from his neighbor's apartment. He pushes his way in and handcuffs her. The woman goes to court and says he should have gotten a warrant before entering. But a judge rules in Holland's favor. Why? Because the woman was burning a joint, which could be seen as destroying evidence. I mean, imagine busting your neighbor like that.

Their next meeting in the hallway must have have been pretty awkward. In 2008, 13 years into his career in law enforcement, Holland makes it to the big leagues. He becomes a Texas ranger. It's the pinnacle of criminal law enforcement as far as Texas is concerned, in my opinion. I spoke with a retired ranger named Victor Patton, who joined the force at the same time as Holland. When people need help, the rangers is who they call, and the rangers are the ones that come and try to work things out for him. Patton remembers meeting Holland.

I met him, I think, for the first time when we went to New Rangers School in Austin, Texas. I'm definitely picturing the movie Police Academy here, but with cowboy hats. After Holland graduated from ranger school, he started working out of a small town, north of Fort Worth. Victor Patton told me he had this reputation as the kind of ranger who would go that extra mile.

He's tenacious. If he finds something that, that he believes is something, he'll follow it up until it is absolutely proven or disproven. Family members of victims often complain of detectives who ignore them. But the mother of a victim in one of Holland's cases described him to me as a, quote, incredibly sensitive human being who was deeply moved by her pain and wanted to do whatever was necessary to bring the killer to justice. When we spoke before, the word that stuck in my mind was Brainiac, that he's... That's an adequate description, yeah.

Like even compared to other rangers. We have a lot of smart rangers. But yeah, I mean, Jim, he's really good at what he did. Throughout Holland's personnel file, his bosses are constantly praising his talent for talking to suspects. Interview and interrogation, basically anything you do in life, is like playing a board game. If you know all of the rules involved in the game that you're playing, and you can successfully navigate those rules to the desired outcome, then there's a good chance you'll be successful.

And Ranger Holland knows them backwards and forwards. I had an old partner one time that said, you know, a fish would never get caught if it didn't open its mouth. Well, he's a heck of a fisherman. In 2001, the Texas Rangers started a special program to solve cold cases. It still exists today. The number of old unsolved cases has been on the rise, and lots of law enforcement agencies just don't have the resources to go back and reopen them. So it's a natural fit for the Rangers, who have this reputation for swooping in and saving the day.

When a case has gone unsolved for a long time, witnesses, if they're still living, become harder to find. Evidence can disappear or degrade. So often the best way to close one of these cases is through. a confession. Fast forward to 2015. Holland's been given the assignment to go solve cold cases around Texas, and he's on a bit of a role. He starts working with the Parker County Sheriff's Office on a murder that had taken place nearly 10 years before. This is what he learned. On March 6, 2005, around 11 a.m., two boys were hiking in a creek. They discovered a black plastic bag. It was taped up. Inside the bag they could tell was a body. I got the police report and drove to where it was first discovered. As I got out of the car, I noticed how quiet this road was. It's a residential area,

but the houses are big and really spread out with fields and wooded areas in between, so this particular spot is pretty isolated. I walked over to where the road turned into a little bridge. It's not a bridge in the sense that it raises up. It's just a little area where the road crosses over a creek, and so there's a little area under like this bridge where there are some rocks and water. I started reading from the police report. It's said that the two boys were out walking that day. And they found a black plastic trash bag partially submerged in the water, and then one of them saw what he believed to be a human ear and left the creek and ran northbound on Jenkins Road toward Hood Cemetery.

They fled to call 911. It's easier to imagine that they may have been kind of panicked seeing what they realize might be a human body and called the police, and that's how everything kind of started. The police report says that this body belonged to a young woman. She had been strangled. She had a tattoo on her left shoulder, the letters T.L.

The sheriff's office released this information, to the media, and pretty quickly they got a call from a family member. Based on the tattoo, they identified her as Bobby Sue Hill. This was the woman in the photo that Holland showed to Driscoll on that first day of the interrogation. At the time of her death, she was 29 years old. I want to be up front here and say that I spent months looking for Bobby Sue Hill's family, and the few people I did manage to find did not agree to be recorded.

And honestly, why would they? Of course, I knew that this family would have been deeply traumatized by what happened, and most likely wouldn't want to rehash it all with me. But when I visited this spot, it forced me to consider their pain much more directly. This story that we're doing is really important because it leads to larger questions about how our police go about solving crimes and what is right and wrong when they do that. But as you tell that story, you also have to sort of tell the whole story and visit the sites and see the spot where this woman was killed,

but she didn't ask to be the linchpin of a narrative that gets you into policy questions. So being here feels like a kind of violation. It's like I'm, it's like being at somebody's gravestone, but you didn't know the person, and that makes me feel a little like compromised or complicated. I have spoken to two of Bobby Sue Hill's aunts and two of her cousins.

They didn't want to be recorded for this podcast, but they described her as this outgoing, the fearless kid who could light up a room. One used the word feisty. They said she loved performing. She'd sing and put on little shows with her cousins. Her dad wasn't in the picture. She was raised by her mom.

Life was tough. And from a young age, she was desperate to leave home. So she meets a guy in high school and drops out to marry him. Over about 10 years, they have five kids. And her cousins and aunts remember Hill really doting on them. where other mothers let their kids play in the mud, she was the one wiping them off constantly. One cousin said Hill aspired to be a better mother than her own.

But at some point, she and her husband start to use various hard drugs. It's unclear how this starts, but of course it's not an uncommon story. According to the family, their relationship gets worse and worse, and the kids are caught in the middle. And then tragedy strikes. Her husband goes fishing one day And is in a car accident And he dies

She's a widow A mother of five And not even 30 years old The husband's family helps with the kids But hill spirals We know she had another cousin Who did sex work And that might be how she got into it

But by 2004 She's going by the street named Dallas And sleeping in seedy motels One of the saddest memories came from another cousin who recalled doing drugs with her and seeing her in this pit of self-loathing. He wrote,

She saw her flaws and didn't want to pass it on to her kids. She didn't believe she could be what her kids deserved. So she stayed away, seeking any means to numb her senses, memories, and dreams. An investigator jotted down that in early 2005, just a few weeks before she disappeared,

she called her oldest daughter. She asked her to talk to her family about whether she could come live with them again. It seemed like she was ready to come home. Instead, her family has to identify her body. At her funeral, according to a relative who attended, the oldest daughter gave a speech and said she knew her parents had found each other in heaven.

Apparently some in the family were convinced that law enforcement wouldn't prioritize this case because she was doing sex work. But the records I have show that the police did drive around East Lancaster, Street in Fort Worth asking questions, piecing together who she knew and where she stayed. And then they got a break. A key witness came forward and said that he actually saw her being abducted by a guy near East Lancaster. The abductor was apparently driving a white minivan.

Not long after this, it turned out that police in a nearby town were looking for a white minivan. The owner had claimed that it had been stolen. by an alleged sex worker. This owner's name was Tim Dawson. Dawson kind of matched some of the witness descriptions, and he had a record of aggravated assault. But this was all pretty circumstantial. Tim Dawson denied having anything to do with Bobby Sue Hill's murder,

and the police didn't push it any further with him. They followed up with some other leads for the next couple of months, but nothing stuck. The case went cold. And that's where the original 2005 investigation ended. When James Holland is brought in to reinvestigate the case in 2014, one of his first moves is to go back to Tim Dawson. If Dawson was more involved in Hill's murder than he let on,

then who better than James Holland to pull the truth out of him? He's easy enough for Holland to find, and for that matter, easy for me to find. I call Tim Dawson, and he invites me over to his mother's house for an interview. He lives in Weatherford, the main town in Parker County. When I arrive, he is watering the lawn, wearing jeans and a collared shirt, and really loud, colorful sunglasses. Tim?

How you doing? Good. He's friendly, maybe a little jumpy, like he's just drank a pot of coffee. He offers me cookies and peach iced tea. We go inside and start talking. He tells me that he was questioned about the murder initially, And then, nine years later, he meets James Holland.

Yeah, that's when he pulled up and he just said, I want to need to talk to you about some things that are being re-investigated. And he told me about his record being impeccable and only, I forget how many he told me he had solved. And like 100% of all the ones he'd been assigned and all this stuff. Dawson had worked as an investigator himself for a federal agency, mostly environmental stuff. So he knew a bit about how this all works.

He agreed to talk to Holland and went with him to an interrogation room. And we get in there and start answering the questions, and, you know, it's an interviewed room. You know, it's like all tape recorded and everything. You know, you know what's going on. I have that tape here. The conversation gets pretty awkward when Holland starts disparaging the victim, Bobby Sue Hill, and Dawson actually steps in to defend her. But she's no better or no worse than anybody of stature or anybody lower.

That's not true. She's a prostitute working on the street who's strung out on that. She had four kids, and they were all being taken care of by someone else, but she was out on a prostitute. If I had my choice of people who die, you know, and I got a school teacher, he's got kids and a husband. That's us, though. That's us.

Or I have her. I don't know. But that's society's view. You know, that's not really. She put herself in that position. Maybe. I don't know anything she can have done deserved that. And that's when I got mad about it.

I said, that girl's parents love her and loved her. You know, I'll do anything within my power to help you solve this case. But if you're going about it, things that away for that reason, you need to resign and get somebody else on this case that truly has a care and a respect for the death of that girl. And whether she was a prostitute or a senator's daughter, don't make a fucking deal. difference. Dawson tells me that after that moment, he starts to realize he is being treated as more than a witness.

Now, it was about halfway through when I kind of had that aha click that this guy's not my friend, trying to put things in my mouth and say that I did things and just get me to take the charge. I think he said, illegal disposal of a corpse, he said. Well, that plea up front could be an improper disposal of a corpse. It could be a $500 fine. I mean, for the sake of closing the case and in giving you wrong information, I used to start with him, I make a call there. And that's when I said, well, you know, we've got something in common, me and you.

And he looked at me, but, huh? I said, well, I said, you didn't do it, did you? And he said, well, no. I said, well, I didn't do it, right? No. I said, well, you take the goddamn charge. You want to close case close so bad. You take the charge.

We can't fact check this. We don't have that moment on tape. It may just be what Dawson wished he'd said. Do you think when you look back, or even at the time, that Holland really thought you had done it? Or do you think that Holland knew you hadn't done it and just wanted you to take the charge? That's what I think. The ladder? Yeah.

And when I figured that out in my own head is when I got mad. Yeah, that's when I got pissed off. Why do you think Holland gave up on you after that? Because he could have just as easily waited for you to cool down. come back a week later and then pushed you again, right? When I say I'm done, it's done. He knew then I was through with him, and he could ask whatever.

I'm saying, you know, I need to leave. I need to get it. It was like within five minutes I was out of there. I said, I need to go. You don't have anything else for me. I need to go. So Dawson was a dead end. There was no real evidence linking him to this crime,

and he wasn't going to be persuaded to confess. But Holland has another lead. He's managed to track down Bobby. Sue Hill's boyfriend, the key witness that police spoke to back in 2005, the one who actually saw her abduction. It was Jim Holland with the Texas Rangers. I'm not going to talk to you about any of your cases right now. That's tape of James Holland, introducing himself to Bobby Sue Hill's former boyfriend, Michael

Hardin. Hardin is actually in jail at the time, in downtown Fort Worth, having been arrested on unrelated charges. So he's probably used to being around cops. and he's also, shall we say, not their biggest fan. But Holland tells him this isn't about any charges you're facing. It's about your girlfriend who disappeared nine years ago and what you saw that day.

Hey, let me say something up front about this too. I don't care about prostitution. I don't care about drugs. All I deal with is murder, right? And you're not a suspect, so all you can do is provide me information. Hardin seems willing to play ball, and he tells Holland about his relationship with Bobby Suh I was my girlfriend a day once in.

Hardin says she was his girlfriend, but Holland makes a bit of a misstep when he tries to drill down on their relationship. And in 2005, she's a prostitute. And you're acting as her protector? I use the ugly word, pen. Kind of a pimp? I wasn't on pimp.

Hardin says he met Hill in these circles of sex workers and drug users around East Lancaster Street. He saw a guy grab her purse and her stuff flew everywhere, and he came over to help clean up. They were together for a few months. He did odd maintenance jobs.

She did sex work. They lived hand-to-mouth. I've struggled with whether to use the P-word, the one Holland uses, because I think it implies a certain amount of power that I'm not totally sure this guy actually had over her. But in early 2005, one night, they were standing outside a gas station.

she was at a payphone. She wasn't making a call. She was advertising to men. Hardin saw a white van drive up and down the street numerous times. He felt a little suspicious, so when the van pulled up to them, he told Hill not to go. That's okay, he remembered her saying, I've got it. Despite the funny feeling he had about this guy,

Hardin told Hill to take the man to a secluded street nearby for a date, slaying for sex work. Then Hardin walked over to the street himself to check on them. Next thing I know about 20 minutes later, and he jumped up in the front seat. Hardin says he saw the man come from the back of the van and jump into the front seat, then wipe his glasses before putting them on

and throwing the vehicle into gear and speeding away. That was the last time I'm saying that. Pretty soon, after the abduction, the first investigation started. A cop found Hardin and revealed that Hill's body was found near that bridge, around 30 minutes away from East Lancaster. During that first investigation, Hardin described the man who took Hill to a sketch artist. This sketch was released to the public,

but the records show it didn't lead to any suspects. So now, nine years later, Holland is clearly curious to see if Hardin's description of the man's face has changed. He says he wants to use a technique called the cognitive interview. It was developed a few decades ago by psychologists. The idea is to get witnesses to carefully revisit their memories, focusing on smells and sounds, and walk through the events backwards.

You know, it's not voodoo or anything like that. It's very simple, but it's based on how the mind works. But what I'd like to do is interview you in that fashion, and it's going to take just a little bit. But the key thing in it is you have to, cooperate and work with me. Even Holland admits it sounds weird, but Hardin is game. I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions a bunch of different times,

but no matter what, you keep your eyes closed and you just kind of keep that empty thought because I want to put you back in that place, okay? And this is going to help me, all right? You believe that? I hope so, man. Holland asks Hardin to cast his mind back to 2005, really place himself there. And he asked him to look at the scene from an old. alternative vantage point.

Look at that man. You're up on the telephone pole. You're looking down at that man. Holland then gets hardened to describe two key things, the van and the guy who is driving it. Okay, stare at his face. You see him? Yeah. Okay, he's got an army cut. Yes. And has he got his glasses on? Yes.

Does he have any facial hair? Um, like a shower. I wish I would call a shower. Hardin is trying to dredge up every detail of that day that he can muster, but Holland evidently feels there's more to pull from the recesses of his mind. And for this next part, Holland doesn't actually have the requisite training himself. He calls his old friend, Victor Patton, the one he'd gone to ranger school with. Patton had been trained in something called forensic hypnosis.

He's going to hypnotize Hardin to go even deeper into his memories. So Patton replaces Holland and sets his own white Ranger hat on the table. In an effort to help you relax in just a moment, I'm going to ask you to start counting backwards from 100. Just do that mentally to yourself. Don't have to stay it out loud. The hypnosis starts with a few different relaxation techniques. I won't play you all of them because, number one, I don't want to actually hypnotize you on your way to work, although I totally could, and number two, it would take too long.

When I listened through to this tape the first time, I actually found Patton's voice to be pretty soothing. Michael, if you would, imagine that there's a single grain of sand resting on the very top of your head as it spreads slowly across the top of your head, and it leaves you with almost the feeling of a warm hug from a loved one. It's hard to see how we're going to get from this feeling of a warm hug to questions about a violent abduction. Three, two, just completely letting go. Zero. Now that Hardin is in this altered state, Patton asked him to describe the face of the man who took Bobby Sue Hill again. It's really hard to make out Hardin's side of the conversation.

He's basically mumbling. but again he recalls the man's face. Patton gets Hardin to freeze that image in his head, hold it there forever so he never forgets. Then he brings him out of hypnosis. After it's over, they bring in an artist to draw a new sketch based on this new description. Although Hardin's basic story has remained the same,

his description of the face has changed a lot between 2005 and 2014. In 2005, the sketch shows a man with a wide boxy face, prominent eyebrows, and a dark mustache. To me, he looks like he could be Latino. But in 2014, it's a thin, pale face. The mustache has almost disappeared, and he's gained a pair of glasses. The van that the abductor was driving has also transformed.

In 2005, it's a minivan with lots of windows. But in 2014, it's a big work van with almost no windows. So, a totally different face, a new pair of glasses, and disappearing windows. Holland releases the sketch and a description of the van to the media. An appeal for information goes out to the public. Pretty quickly, Holland gets a bite. I'm Gene Berks. I live in Weatherford, Texas. I've lived in Weatherford now for about 25 years.

and I'm in the pawn shop business. Weatherford has about 30,000 people, the usual stores and churches all organized around a big, pretty square with an ornate courthouse. And then, down the road, is the pawn shop that Gene Burke's owns. Weatherford is also home to Tim Dawson,

as I mentioned before, but perhaps more significantly, the Parker County Sheriff's Office, which features a lot in this story. Many small Texas communities like this one still have a local newspaper. We used to get the Weatherford Democrat newspaper delivered to my shop. I will say this, it's not the greatest paper in the world, never was. My wife and I would take turns on who could find the first misspelled word,

and it's usually on the first page. It was back in 2015 that a copy of the Weatherford Democrat was sitting on the counter in Berks's store. On the front page of the paper, there was a sketch of a man, and I looked at it, and I thought that fellow looks familiar. This is the sketch of the abductor's face,

described by Michael Hardin after hypnosis. During the day, a couple times, I'd look over, and I'd think who, and the heck does that person look like? Eventually, it hit him. Just about before closing, time, It dawned on me that the guy looked like Larry Driscoll. Remember that in addition to working for the county, Driscoll was also the handyman for this local family, the Bradfords.

Turns out Gene Berks used to live right next door. I just knew him as doing handyman work for my neighbor. Burke said Driscoll also used to come into the pawn shop sometimes. So he showed the sketch to his wife. She's a cancer nurse and she sees, lots and lots of people. And so she doesn't recognize anybody. And so I asked her, I said,

does this look like Larry Driscoll? And she said, well, I don't know. But Berks just couldn't get it out of his head. Pawn shops keep customers addresses. So he looked up where Driscoll lived. In the paper, it gave a description or told where they had found that girl. Then he went to Google Earth.

He decided to trace the distance between Driscoll's home and the spot where Bob. Bobby Sue Hill's body was found. It was 3,050 feet. And with it being that close, and it looking to me, like Larry Driscoll, that's what prompted me to call. Turns out there were two phone numbers listed in the newspaper, along with the sketch. I didn't want the guys down at the sheriff's department say, well, it's that nutty-ass pawn shop guy calling down here. And so I never did know who Mr. Holland was or anything like that.

So that's when I called and left a message on his voicemail. Holland calls back, and Berks tells him a couple things. The sketch resembles this guy, Larry Driscoll. And also, he's pretty sure Driscoll's house isn't far from where the victim's body was found. A few days later, Berks was laying in bed. I had the Channel 5 News on, and they set it on the news, and I jumped up out of bed and ran to the kitchen, and I told my wife, come in here, you got to watch this.

And so she came back in there and we rewound the news and it said that they had arrested him. It was holy shit. So that was the sequence of events that led Holland to Driscoll. On their first day together in the interrogation room, Holland shows Driscoll the sketch from the newspaper. Driscoll doesn't know about how this sketch came to be. He doesn't know about the hypnosis of Bobby Sue Hill's boyfriend

or his acquaintance at the pawn shop calling his name in. But he's pretty sure of one thing. Thank you right now, but that ain't me. Holland is convinced that Driscoll is lying. He sees circumstantial evidence stacking up. The sketch, the fact Driscoll drove a van, and the proximity of his house to where the body was found. Plus, Holland is just really good at solving cases.

so he has reason to trust his intuition. But now he needs proof. And what better proof than a confession? Next time, I'm just say you're sorry. No one in this room is trying to screw you over. No one is trying to fuck with you, but I told you yesterday. I thought you did it. I know today that you did.

We enter the Parker County Sheriff's Office for day two of Texas Ranger James Holland's interrogation. When Larry Driscoll's life changes forever. Smoke screen, Just Say You're Sorry, is a production of something else, the Marshall Project, and Sony Music Entertainment. It's written and hosted by me, Maurice Shema. The senior producer is Tom Fuller, and the producer is Georgia Mills. Peggy Sutton is the story editor. Dave Anderson is the executive producer and editor. And Chica Ayres is the development producer. Akiba Solomon and I are the executive producers for the Marshall Project, where Susan Shira is

editor-in-chief. The production manager is Ike Egbatola, and fact-checking is by Natsumi Ajisaka. Graham Reynolds composed the original music, and Charlie Brandon King is the mixer and sound designer. The studio engineers are Josh Gibbs, Gulliver Lawrence Tickle, Jay Beale, and Teddy Riley, with additional recording by Ryan Katz. This series drew in part on my 2022 article for the Marshall Project, Anatomy of a Murder Confession. With thanks to Jez Nelson, Ruth Baldwin, and Susan Shira.